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farmer12 - fed up lyrics

[hook]
beef could never get dead up, glocks, berettas, wessons
right now i’m tryna leave them all dead up, where they though?
i can’t find em, it’s getting me fed up
i left the scene all red back then, and right now i’m tryna leave it redder
bro got spun for his mash on the wing, now we gotta talk through letters (3 da o)
free all the bros in jail and free all the opps cos the opps lots lookin all dead up
man nearly got whacked in the face and then blood got spilled it was suttin likе ketchup
the scoreboards nuts, my bladе is wet i’m tryna make it wetter

[part]
how many times did i let that slap, how many times did i take them laps
you can never put dirt on the o, step on the o you must be frass
my hearts really into the beef, the opps can’t even sleep at gaff
skeng got a clip thats full, don’t get captured make sure you roll in cabs
step like who’s gonna hold this one? back out the rusty one
hold it, aim it, c+ck it and press it, boot it add to the score that’s one
i got 99 opps, 99 problems, trust me a gun ain’t one
i’ve never sat down on my +rs+, i told [?] go get some funds
how many man been put in hospital beds by me, this sh+ts all nuts
this sh+ts all nuts, i even got bagged cos of one of these punks
i did that bait i don’t give no f+cks, like, i ain’t gotta talk too tough
if you hear what i done on the opp block, you could never ever rate these punks
snypez and black with the .4s in the ride, but they still brought the sawn+off pump
war with the o on my life you’re drunk, opp+block settings i turn man skunk
4/5 hours lurking on the opp block but i still didn’t see these c+nts
like, how could i beef these punks, forget chest shots i’m slapping at nuts
[hook]
beef could never get dead up, glocks, berettas, wessons
right now i’m tryna leave them all dead up, where they though?
i can’t find em, it’s getting me fed up
i left the scene all red back then, and right now i’m tryna leave it redder
bro got spun for his mash on the wing, now we gotta talk through letters (3 da o)
free all the bros in jail and free all the opps cos the opps lots lookin all dead up
man nearly got whacked in the face and then blood got spilled it was suttin like ketchup
the scoreboards nuts, my blade is wet i’m tryna make it wetter

- farmer12 lyrics

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